My son is travelling down to Dorset for Christmas today. I cook him some breakfast (bacon and eggs) while he makes a pot of tea, and then we make sure he’s packed all of his belongings back into his case and backpack, and load them into my car. I drive him to the railway station in North Walsham where we say our goodbyes and I wave him off on the train into Norwich. An hour later I receive a message from him saying that he has left his baseball cap on the back of a chair in the dining room – so much for ensuring he had remembered everything!
My wife and I are joining her family in Hevingham this evening so that her sons can give her her birthday presents – we also share a Chinese takeaway, which is nice. It’s after 10pm by the time we get home, and my wife has yet to open her present from me, so we crack open a couple of bottles of Hobgoblin, she opens her gift (an inflatable kayak) and we proceed to have an extremely late night.